The wheel of time

Time is all but ours. Or so we would like to think. I remember the countless times (still counting)my mother reminding all of us that time and tide wait for none. But that was the time when we would all think that we have all the time in the world, that time is all ours. Wisdom dictated that we spend our time wisely, but who had the time? Childhood was time well spent - a time to play and a time to study, time to have fun under the sun. Those were the best of times, a simple innocent time. Then came the heady days of youth. We vowed to have the time of our life. College was a place where teachers told you that now is the time, no time like the present to grab time. But as we all know so well, time spent inside the classrooms were just to pass the time and time spent outside was 'our time'. Time's a wasting, the inner voice said. But hey, what the heck, all in good time, I said! And then came a time to love, infact it came time after time. And suddenly you knew that this time you let go and only time could heal a broken heart. And then suddenly you were running out of time, so much to do and so little time. The boss said "time is money" and so we ran after time, time after time. And then everyone said that it is about time and so when the knight in shining armor came riding on his white horse and left me breathless, I did not wait for time. We both vowed to have a good time. And so we had the best of times not to mention the worst of times too. There was no time like the present and we took time to smell the roses and time to soak in the sun. The stork decided that now is the time and visited us soon thereafter and suddenly we had no time. Time management seemed to be the keyword here as we struggled for quality time. We now live in desperate times- rupee down,prices up, salaries low, inflation high. Only time will tell what the future will bring. I had a good time writing this piece as the milk stands boiling over the fire. I rush as a stitch in time saves nine and then there would be no use crying over spilt milk. The day is done and now my time is up. It's time for me to fly...